[A2 notes the human's approach in the back of her mind, filing data away for later. All humans moved differently from androids and machines, but there were other differences. Heat signatures. Heart rate. The shuffling amble of feet against the ground where a member of YoRHa's would be heavy and uniform.

She drives her sword through one of her last opponents in one quick, brutal moment — a jarring contrast to her earlier dance. The simulation flickers and falls away.

She straightens, letting Virtuous Contract shimmer back into place in its floating lock. At last she turns to this new human, a hand on her hip.] Not trying to impress anyone. Got bored of wandering around.

[Studying more carefully, her chin tilts up in a subtle challenge.] What's with the glasses? Trying to look cool for someone?